After your latest adventure, you are all spending some downtime in a town in a small city in southern Khorvaire. With no warning, you suddenly hear the voice of what sounds like a gnome inside your head. “Your services are requested. Bring yourself to Kern’s Rest and Revelry tomorrow morning to discuss arrangements. Be prepared for travel. A House Sivis Service.”
"I sorely hope I'm not the only one that heard that. I'm only halfway through my first ale," Stenwick says, struggling to keep his head above the table which was not designed for patrons of his size. "It must have been some sort of implanted communication. I wonder who is seeking our services?"
Norn attempts to cover up the fact she practiclly threw her ale in the air in suprise upon hearing the message. "No I heard it as well. As for who well they did say preare for travel.....Caravan guard maybe?"
"Bloody gnomes..." Qualin hisses under his breath when the message ends. Swallowing down the last of his ale and dropping a silver on the table the warrior stands. "Looks like our moment of peace is at its end."
"Bloody gnomes..." Qualin hisses under his breath when the message ends.
"Hmm, what was that?" Stenwick asks, as usual too distracted to have actually heard what Qualin said.
"Open homes I said, it's an expression my father taught me. A man's mind is his most sacred home, and hearing someone elses voice inside mine is a touch anoying. The expression comes from the invasion of privacy." Though his mask hides it, you can hear a smile in Qualin's words. "Looks like our services are needed yet again my friends. Anything needing attending before we begin our next adventure?"